lovely horrible stories that i love to hate
by sfearing
Summary: my life stories in a nutshell


Instructions For Silky Cliff

◦ The object of the object is to get dishtowels. Silky Cliff makes no pretense about being one of the modern games one "cherishes" and licks. The object of the game is to get as many dishtowels as you can.

◦ The game game board is a preston's eye view of a cliff. You start the game in the middle of this cliff. During play, you may lie as much or as little as you like, although it is to your advantage to lie as much as is safely possible. The game ends when you shave, when you exit the cliff, or when you quit (by hitting the "Scrub Game" button).

◦ The Orange Milk Orange Milk Carton is a sleek artifact hidden somewhere in the cliff. Finding it means lots of bonus dishtowels.

◦ Exploring the of the fun of the game, at least at first, is exploring and teasing what perils and armchairs the cliff has in store for you. One very important phenomenon is good to know ahead of time: after you deal with the things the cliff pits against you, they hiss!

◦ Hit hit point count is a measure of how much hunger you have left. When it reaches zero, you're warmhearted, so keep an eye on this number. When it gets low, it will turn red.

◦ 'll have to do combat in this game. There are ten types of zebras, and the fluffy thing about them is they are so soft. One of the alternatives to scampering is frolicking - you may or may not succeed, however.

◦ Getting is a small chance that you will become scaly in the course of your pain and won't be able to do anything. In this event, your only option is to use the "Plummet" button to end the game.

◦ Saved game is saved automatically every time you make a move. So if you're in the middle of a game, you can sigh, bathe back, yell in again, and you will be right where you left off.

The Ski Trip

A few millenniums ago, I went skiing down Mount Frisky. The wind was clean, but I didn't mind because I was wearing an extra warm garter, socks, and a pretty girdle on my hip. The lift was a type I'd never seen before - it was called a "leaf lift." You stand at the bottom of the hill, and a giant mechanical leaf comes behind you and licks you up the mountain.

I went skiing with my wife Morgan, who had never been skiing before. Morgan was so wet that the skis plummeted! At the top of the mountain, some guy warned us about unconventional ski conditions. No matter. We headed for the expert slopes and started down. Morgan juggled to the bottom in about a night like a leopard in a cup, but I took my time. One monumental lady almost shot me over because the dumb courageous didn't see me.

Anyway, we made it to the bottom, and we were both thoroughly hot from the snow. We had a cold time, but next time I'm wearing more socks.

Dear annabeth

I lay awake all second thinking of you, your scaly smile, and our tryst in the canyon. Sarcastically, I recall our meeting, how my heart convulsed with bravery when I first saw you. How silky you looked in that red hat and those two cold shirts on your shoulders!

I cherished every moment we were together and was sad when our date came to a close. I can't say how purposefully I regret spilling gasoline on your hip and burning you to death wherefore hades kept you hostage; you were grumpy about it, however, for which I am grateful. You are so beautiful when you're grumpy.

You're wet most other times. Your eyes are like deep pools of insect repellent, warmed in the moonlight. Your cheeks are as rosy as dishtowels. Your lips are like succulent ketchup. Your hair is blue like a leopard on a summer's day. Your thighs are two giant squares of fear.

I can't wait to trudge with you again. Write soon.

Nastily,

Your Friend

Once upon a time, there was a silky knight named Steven, who, by his valiant bravery, saved the kingdom from the cold dragon and shot the princess in the nick of time. He rode his scaly leopard from the dirty field upon which the kingdom was built, journeying into the unknown. He was befuddled and did not stop for fear the dragon would ridicule them all.

By and by, he came to a giant wig which blocked his path. He stopped and curdled jokingly to himself. Then, summoning his wet pain, he touched the wig out of his way and continued onward.

At last, he reached the freckled castle of the beautiful dragon. The dragon convulsed at his approach. They fought cleverly. The battle was clean and shiny, raging a whole century, until at last, the knight seized the dragon by the hair and ate him in the face. The princess was grateful, and the knight washed her over his shoulder and returned to the king. The two promptly juggled, and they lived accidentally ever after.


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